Sonnet: I Want To Be My Good Self, God
I fight a battle lone against great foes;
Some known and seen; others unknown, unseen;
They are the prime cause of my umptine woes;
If God wills only, improve will this scene.
Sometimes, I feel, I should have given up,
Long, long ago and turned to selfish ways;
But what to do, I've drunk the bitter cup;
So oft; I'm waiting for my better days.
Half of my life is almost gone by now;
What has the other half in store for me?
Let suff'rings come, I've learnt to them too love;
My heart and soul yearn for Eternity.
Let success come or failures strike me dead;
I will remain myself with my God-head.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Suffering’s Are God-sent
Despite the fact that people get punished,
They won’t give up their habits bad for long;
They love to see the other much ravished,
And will not give up things that appear wrong.
’Tis hard abandoning one’s vices gained!
Good habits die an early death in life;
Men commit sins until the soul is stained;
So, God brings on an era of great strife!
’Tis vanity that steals the hearts of men,
And pride afills their heads in umptine ways;
While jealousy weakens their little ken;
In wasteful thinking, spent are his good days.
But men won’t take the road that’s right and fair!
So, suff’rings come that they just cannot bear.
9-2-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Failures Too Bring Success
Just like how ocean’s waves all fall and rise,
Again, again incessantly, forev’r!
When failures come, remain we must most wise,
And try again, again but quit never.
The greatest men had failures too, much more;
Yet undeterred, they fought their way through them;
Recurrent failures could open new door;
Perseverance must be success emblem.
Learn from each failure but never look back;
Let world comment and mock, ’tis not for long;
But never do become lethargic/ slack;
No one predicts when rings your success gong!
Great men were dull once but never gave up;
Always in life, like a steed you gallop.
poem by John Celes
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Escape.
Let me escape,
From my own machinations,
From my own bitter creations,
I feel like I am in an ice cage,
There's half water and half ice,
I am half frozen and half shaky,
I am half alive and half dead,
I feel like breaking through this cage,
My soul wants to runaway,
Breaking these walls,
Out of my isolation,
Out of my despair,
In this revolution,
Out of this confusion,
And escape,
Out of this hollowness,
Out of this pain, half endured and half erupting,
With this volcanic heart, aching hard,
Out of myself,
Out of this lava I breathe...
Out of this story, untold, unread,
And escape, just escape...
poem by Ayesha Riaz
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Failures
When failures come, oh, do not fret;
For failures, you must not regret;
Through failures, one can turn perfect,
As failure isn’t a great defect!
Each failure gives us chance again;
Through failures, we have much to gain;
So, failures are a boon, not bane;
Yes, failures make a man much sane!
All cannot win in life always;
Set-backs do come to us some days;
With failures, one makes strong a base;
Our failures bestow bolder face!
With failures come, added wisdom;
’Tis hard to hold a large kingdom;
Failures in life are much welcome,
As successes will always come.
Failures help us to love God more;
Failures are winning signs in core;
Failures can open newer door;
Failures can take us to the fore!
Which man on earth had always won?
With rain, there comes a brighter sun;
With failures, one can have much fun;
Failures aid us to faster run!
Failures can help us fare better;
Failures aren’t man’s strongest fetter;
Failures are just a trend-setter;
Failures make us a win-getter!
By failures, one can stop awhile;
Through failures, you run longer mile;
Failures do not remain life’s bile;
Failures help us finish in style!
Failures help us see truth again;
Failures remove the pride and feign;
Failures help us take newer lane;
Failures help us win in the main!
Through failures, we begin again,
And success smiles, easing out pain!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-17-2010
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Sonnet-God's Mercy to Me
How blessed am I when I behold others!
God's been so kind to me in umptine ways;
My heart is touched by my ailing brothers,
Diseased, suff'ring- they seem to count their days.
The afflictions I underwent are few;
Has God not spared me from ailments I see?
I am a newer leaf with Blessings' dew,
Compared to most brethren, I've been lucky!
0 God, I've got to pass my rest of days;
Let Heaven's will guide me in things I do;
To do much better things, I need God's grace;
For, Eternity, I must surely woo!
This worldly life is just a passing phase;
When God's my Friend, I'll wear a smiling face.
poem by John Celes
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My Heart Still Beats
You're holding me
I close my eyes
You're whispering
And I start to cry
You feel so good
So beautiful
For as long as you live
Don't let me go
Just hold me
Touch me
Feel me
As long as you love me
Reach for me
And need me
If you could trust me
And teach me
Never let go of me
Because you're half of me
My heart still beats
Looking in the eyes
The eyes of love
I hold your face
And I see the sun
And I taste your kiss
You touch my soul
I'm feeling things
I've never felt before
Just hold me
Touch me
Feel me
As long as you love me
Reach for me
And need me
If you could trust me
And teach me
Never let go of me
Because you're half for me
My heart still beats
I am feeling
What they call pure love
I never know
Feelings like this
Could exist
Inside of me
I'm soaring
Emotions exploding
I don't wanna live
Another day if you're
Not here with me
Just hold me
Touch me
Feel me
As long as you love me
Reach for me
And need me
If you could trust me
And teach me
Never let go of me
Because you're half of me
My heart still beats
Because you're half of me
song performed by by Destiny's Child from Survivor
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Sonnet- The World's Like This!
None of my people want to read my stuff;
None of my people want to share my love;
None of my people see my heart ain't rough;
None of my people seek my 'treasure-trove',
How much I yearn that they should read my rhyme!
How much I long that they should share my thought!
How much I want that they should spend some time,
To think of God and improve their soul's lot.
Oh, how I wish that they read what I writ!
Oh, how I wish they love Nature like me!
Oh, how I wish they see God bit by bit!
Oh, how I wish they get Eternity;
My Poesy can heal the wounds of heart,
In better ways than any drug or art.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Younger Ones Must Be Better
It is pure joy to see one's children win,
More laurels than we did in our life-time;
It is so sad to see the world of sin,
The modern age, blind to the word sublime.
It is great joy to see our students do,
A feat far better than we did in our days;
It is so sad to see one lazy, too,
And waste his life on earth in umptine ways.
It is a joy that words cannot describe,
When youngsters outdo old-timers some way;
It is so sad to see a newer tribe,
Illiterate, half-naked, standing gay.
The youth must do much better than the old,
And keep their soul, mind, body fit and bold.
poem by John Celes
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Then And Now
THEN
He loved her, and through many years,
Had paid his fair devoted court,
Until she wearied, and with sneers
Turned all his ardent love to sport.
That night within his chamber lone,
He long sat writing by his bed
A note in which his heart made moan
For love; the morning found him dead.
NOW
Like him, a man of later day
Was jilted by the maid he sought,
And from her presence turned away,
Consumed by burning, bitter thought.
He sought his room to write--a curse
Like him before and die, I ween.
Ah no, he put his woes in verse,
And sold them to a magazine.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Sonnet: Man Is Dissatisfied
The man ashore longs for the mighty sea;
Its wealth of fishes, shells and pearls, may be!
The man on board, longs for the beach sandy;
And yearns for land when sea has turned stormy.
When suff'rings come, in sequence, ruthlessly,
The heart wants joy, relief and be set free;
When joys bore you almost unceasingly;
Some woes prove welcome, magic remedy.
Each state of life affects the mind and heart;
Good blend of joys and woes is best for all;
Yet, sorrows goad the genius in each art;
Sweetness seems sweeter after bitter gall.
Happy's the man who is much satisfied;
Sad is the one who's joyfully tongue-tied.
poem by John Celes
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Love Sonnet 170 I figured how long is Eternity
I figured how long is eternity,
In moments, and boring hours of a day,
Eternity could be anxiety,
In that half-second before kiss would lay;
Could love be measured in eternities?
Does love subtracts from life for lack of it?
Will such amounts touch on infinities?
My heart knows not, never cares, what should fit;
I'm the happy fool, not the boding sage,
Whatever is stored in the coming bend,
Will be worth enough as my labor's wage,
Life, once made, should not worry for its end;
........Nor for its past, nor for times yet unseen,
........And so should love, what it is, what it's been.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Sonnet: One Shan’t Judge the Other
But suff’rings come whether married/ single!
And suff’rings come to young and old alike;
When nerves are weak, one feels the skin tingle.
The family need not talk over a mike.
No one is spared from woes in life on earth,
But face we must, as bravely as we can;
Tho’ virtues and righteousness is a death,
We must all nurture them in every man.
No man can say the other suffers less;
No man can judges neighbor with fairness;
God only knows the nature of soul stress
On judgment-day, God means strict business.
Who knows which soul will be denied Heaven?
God wants just souls sin-free and pure from men!
6-20-2001
poem by John Celes
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Temple
O Lord Almighty,
In the temple of
My heart,
I pray to thee
That you’ll come to me
When the need be
In that hour of need
When I need you
And you need me.
Even if destiny wills it
For us not to make it thru.
Let it be known to you,
That no matter what be,
I’ve always belonged to thee.
In distress or happiness,
Failures and success,
You and me, me and you,
We remain together in this
Temple of love, faith and
Friendship.
From birth to death,
Reincarnation to Nirvana
Or many more lives infinity
Unto eternity…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Joy of a Lifetime
The joy of a lifetime
Is the success one makes of life.
Success is the result of handwork and luck.
Three stages there are in life.
Comes first the prime of life,
When on bubble with life and enthusiasm.
And boils with youthful exuberance..
Next comes mid age, age for reasoning,
When one through life is half spent.
Last comes old age, age of experience,
When one is close to the grave.
Success can be attained at anytime.
But nothing can equal he prime of life,
When one still has so many years ahead.
And when at this time success smiles on you,
Then to the Almighty be the glory,
The gratitude and appreciation,
For a life well spent and full of success.
poem by Mac Araromi
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Lord I Give My Heart To Thee
Lord I give thy heart to thee.
The Ones that have died are gathered by your side.
They are blessed Lord.
They no longer have to fight the fight we people of God fight here on Earth.
We must battle against the sinful world we live in.
The selfish desires of our hearts.
They know not of this war.
Your loving arms shield them from the evil.
You keep their innocence and you love them dearly.
We miss them and we always will.
We love them and hope that we will see them again in paradise.
It is a long wait though and that pain sits heavily on the heart.
No words can explain that feeling.
Knowing that the person you love is gone and you will never see them again.
They are never forgotten though.
Nothing in the world could purge them from memory.
Oh God we pray that you will be there for them.
That you will never let them go
They are special to us in ways the rest will never understand
Even still they are blessed
They do not have to feel the pain that we feel when they are gone.
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SONNET: If The Things We Wished Happen
The things we think, don't happen in our life;
The things happening are not as per our taste;
Our suff'rings, more than joys are very rife;
Most men on Earth are always in a haste.
We want our joys to remain forever;
We want our woes to vanish in a trice;
To achieve this, Man tries to be clever;
And chooses joys that come along with vice.
In life, we take whatever comes along;
All challenges, we ought to face bravely;
But everywhere, we choose things right from wrong;
Our failures help us face life quite boldly.
If all things happened as we think, where's God?
If not on Earth, Heaven will us reward.
poem by John Celes
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By Our Will There Springs
by our will
there springs
our fatigue-
able days
an ever work-
man's limb
lays dead
half-spirited
half-spent life
of industry
what's left
by our will
we feel
half-dead
down midnight's moon
and howl-
complain
of our will
by the day
and no one but me
who thanks
my broken limb
poem by R. Absalom Catarata
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All Dead, All Dead
Memories, my memories
How long can you stay
To haunt my days
She came without a farthing
A babe without a name
So much ado about nothing
Is what shed try to say
So much ado my lover
So many games we played
Through every fleeted summer
Through every precious day
All dead all dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All dead all dead
And alone Im spared
My sweeter half instead
All dead
And gone
All dead...
All dead all dead
At the rainbows end
And still I hear her own sweet song
All dead all dead
Take me back again
You know my little friends
All dead
And gone
All dead and gone
Her ways are always with me
I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me
I am old but still a child
All dead all dead
But I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone
All dead all dead
But in hope I breathe
Of course I dont believe
Youre dead
And gone
All dead
And gone
song performed by by Queen
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The Lone, Long Wait
When God created
The universe,
He made inevitable
This
Lone, long wait.
Every bright day
Waits
Lone and long
To disappear into
The darkness of
night.
Each cold winter
Waits
Lone and long
To bathe in the warmth of
summer sun.
Each heart
Waits
Lone and long
To have a fill of
some love, Some affection.
In its whole run
life
Waits
Lone and long
To nestle in the arms of
Death, the ultimate destination.
I often wonder
Why God?
Why?
Why everywhere
You made inevitable
This
Lone, long wait?
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Sonnet- Give Me 0 God My Better Days
When will I be freed of this nagging ache?
When will my mind be tranquil forever?
When will the truth come out about the fake?
When will my connections with sin sever?
Great lies some people speak of me, umptine;
Time does not favor Upright ones at all;
The havoc's planned in ways rather unseen;
They ignore wilfully the Maker's call.
Give me the break much needed God, I ask;
My foes are growing wily day by day;
Help me 0 God to complete my main task;
I must not fear the devils anyway.
My heart to Thee, O God, I have given;
And let my life by Thee be thus driven.
poem by John Celes
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